Who hails from the mother land
Who has known the love of a thousand men
Who continues to expand
Who persists through ages, an untrend
Who is not the person my mother knew
Who looks different with each passing year
Who upholds the old amidst the new
Who has new ideas, a pioneer
How many times have you switched your face?
How much is the original?
How much has changed?
Maybe if I continue to bitch and complain
Next Christmas will go a different way